isolation has never considered my existence. I fear such who don't know the ways sand falls between our fingers. solitude was never a gold coin that desired my ownership, solitude had distaste for me. for solitude feared for me - solitude was the pursuit of happiness in being alone.
i spent hours, days, months alone. i spent a lifetime alone. i spent a lifetime dead. i watched as the world went around my cell, the sun creating an orange tint in the sky as it had risen once more. i wasted my time at the peak of my life alone. i missed things i had never done, i missed the friends i never had. i missed hearing things around me as it heard me. for i was in a bubble of time.
as years will wither beside me i will be left in the sand with them. i knew things that no one else did, my mind was of a glass barrier in which held air.
i am alive, but i will not live.
